Although three disciples fell in the Shenyin clan, the Confucian ancestors really cared about Dao Wujiang.

"Yes, Master, Ruyi, if he has the ability, he also wants to avenge his senior brother."

Ruyi showed a ruthless and murderous look on her face. She and Dao Wujiang almost worshipped under the seat of the Confucian ancestor. The relationship between the two was naturally different from that of other disciples.

"However, this trip is not completely rewarding."

A trace of thunder shot out from the bullet in the hand of the Ru Zu, entangling a figure in the light curtain.

"This is?"

Ru frowned. The man seemed not old and had a rebellious look. Even when he saw his master like him, he didn't seem too nervous and took him seriously.

"He is the blood god."

Ru Zu showed an undetectable sneer: "I didn't expect that he actually woke up."

When Ru heard this name, her hands were unconsciously clasped together, her fingertips turned a little white, and her tone was trembling, "It is said that the Blood God has died in the battle between the gods? How could it appear there?"

"Hmph! The battle between the gods? How could he die if that divine object is held in his hand?"

The Master of Religion snorted coldly, and his spiritual sense had carefully investigated the consciousness image brought back by the phantom: "If I was not wrong, he should be immortal now."

"Ah, then you mean?" Ruyi couldn't help but touch his ears, and could hardly believe the master's words, "You mean, is my life saved?"

Ru Zu stroked Ruyi's long hair with huge palms: "Well, since he has appeared, I will definitely get that magical object. Your disease will be cured soon."

"Thank you, Master." Ru had tears in her eyes. Over the years, she had swallowed too much of the blood power of martial artists, and almost even her original blood energy was almost lost.

"Okay, you go down and cultivate first. Call Crazy Life and Holy Thoughts over."

Ru Zu looked at Ruyi's pale and powerless face, and a seven-orbital-exquisite light bead appeared in his hand, handing it to Ruyi.

Ru hurriedly bowed and took it, swallowed it in one mouthful: "Thank you, Master."

With the infiltration and baptism of this light bead, a lotus-like imprint appeared faintly on his forehead, and the light was shining brightly at this time.

The whole person's complexion suddenly became transparent and bright. With the support of bloodline, Ruyi's face also showed a smile and bowed and retreated.

In the Lotus Palace, two thunders flashed through the hall, and they turned out to directly use the power of the law and appeared directly in front of the Confucian ancestor.

"Master!" The two of them looked cold, and they were powerful men of the monster level of the entire Confucian Ancestor Temple.

When the rosary in the hands of the Ruzu met the two of them, they suddenly stopped.

"The chess game that has been around for tens of millions of years now has variables."

The Confucian Zu's voice was low, his eyes were drooping, and he looked at his two beloved disciples casually.

"Do you know that many brothers have fallen into the hands of some guys?"

The indifferent and ancient voice sounded from the mouth of the Confucian ancestor.

"Who is so bold!" Kuangsheng tied a snow-white ribbon on his head, and his elegant temperament was extremely inconsistent with the big sword covered with thunder power behind him.

"Do we want to kill him?"

Sheng Nian was dressed in blood-red clothes and dressed very capable. She quietly hugged her arms. Although she was standing in the temple, there was an extremely violent killing intention flowing around her.

Ru Zu's fingers twisted again, and Ye Chen's appearance was magnified ten times on the light curtain.

"Is this the variable you are talking about?"

Kuangsheng frowned. He could not see any clues in this person. If he insisted on saying anything, it was probably because he was too young and this indifferent look that looked down on everything, he did not take anything seriously.

"He will be one of your goals."

"Who is the other one?" Sheng Nian looked eager to try, as if killing was his only pleasure.

"It's him." The appearance of the Blood God appeared on the light curtain.

"This is!" Kuangsheng jumped up almost in amazement, and his entire qi and blood were already churning up.

Sheng Nian looked at Kuangsheng like this and looked at the light curtain with some strangeness. Although this person's aura was vast, he could make Kuangsheng lose his mind. Such a violent person must be extraordinary.

"It's him!"

The big sword behind Kuangsheng was in an uproar, and the power of thunder filled the entire Confucian Ancestor Temple.

The arm that Ru Zu had placed on his knees slowly raised, and a phantom of his arm pressed towards Kuangsheng, suppressing his entire aura.

The whistling thunder suppressed all the blood energy that burst into Kuangsheng's body.

"Master, I'm losing my composure."

Kuangsheng knelt on his knees, his face showing a bitter look. Ten thousand years have passed, and he still remembers the Blood God in his bloodline.

"It's okay." The Confucian ancestor sighed, "The Blood God seems to have forgotten his past memories at this time, and his martial arts cultivation has also suffered huge losses. This time, you two will definitely be able to completely kill them."

"Master, who is he?" Sheng Nian didn't know the past grudges between Kuangsheng and Blood God, and looked at the master with a little confusion at this time.

"He has participated in the Battle of the Gods and has a little blood connection with Kuangsheng."

"Bloodline connection?"

Sheng Nian looked at Kuangsheng in amazement. He had never known Kuangsheng's bloodline so prominent for so many years.

Ru Zu glanced at Kuangsheng and did not answer Sheng Nian's question again: "The two of them have extraordinary strength, and Dao Wujiang has been destroyed in their hands."

"Dao Wujiang is dead?"

Sheng Nian's expression became very gloomy and strange. In this Tianren Realm, there are very few people who can kill Tao Wujie at such an age.

But such an opponent is even more exciting!

Sheng Nian showed a bloodthirsty light, and his face turned out to be full of interest in Blood God and Ye Chen.

"Master, leave the Blood God to me, I will definitely kill him this time!"

The moment Kuangsheng adjusted his mentality, he had become extremely determined when he raised his head, and his elegant temperament had disappeared at this time.

"Mad Life!" The face of Ru Zu darkened. He was already suppressing his anger. At this time, he was a little angry when he saw Kuang Sheng act so aggressively.

"Master, I'm not acting voluntarily. The battle between the gods did not allow him to die. Now, with the power of me alone, there are great risks. As long as you are willing to hand over the blood god to me, I'm willing to contact the bone demon and use his hand to completely kill the blood god."

The eyes of the Confucian ancestor were stained with a different look: "Oh?"
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